New cameras are funny things. In addition to the usual adjustment to new buttons, new settings, new new new, there’s also an adjustment to the way you even take pictures. For me, the adjustment here is in self portraits, because my new camera has a little remote. Shiny new toy! It’ll make my pictures so much better!

(Is this thing even working? *click click click*)

No. It isn’t better. The camera remote is an evil torture device.

(Maybe if I adjust this setti—*click* dammit!)

It is designed to make you think your life is easier, when really your pictures are just more ridiculous.

(Okay. Got it. Now I just need to look away from the camera, all artistic like and… sun. Directly in my eyes. Isn’t it November? Shouldn’t it be overcast? Why does the world hate me?)

I cry myself to sleep at night thinking about how many awesome pictures I could’ve taken if not for that vicious camera remote.

(That’s it, I’m done. Let me just get one full size picture and I’m going inside. There! Perfect! I’m… not in the frame, am I.)